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Spring Cleaning

Because it was spring, Marilee decided to do one of her obsessive tears through the house—not a quick surface dust and sweep, but a deep dive, boring down beneath cushions and floor rugs, under tables and chairs, to clear out accumulated dust bunnies, cat toys, stray pens and lost coins.  Her compulsion to clean next sent … Continue reading Spring Cleaning

The Witch Elm, a review

Tana French writes compelling stories, stories that are hard to put down.  Years ago I read one of her earlier novels and found it to be enthralling and entertaining, but ultimately disturbing when I realized how unreliable the narrator was.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to read another of her books, but I took a chance on … Continue reading The Witch Elm, a review

My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back

To finish off our National Poetry Month celebration, I offer a more recent creation of mine. Thanks for reading! I made that girl, but is she grateful? No.   True, I drove her to the edge  of consciousness dumped her on a shore peopled with past failures and traumas, to the lip of a river … Continue reading My Insomnia Gossips About Me Behind My Back

Life on the Flood Plain

Another original poem for National Poetry Month! This week's offering is a tale of my California childhood, back when the rain was plentiful enough that we'd often watch the winter river rising against the side of the levee. Life on the Flood Plain   Nestled in the south elbow of the levee we are sheltered … Continue reading Life on the Flood Plain

Flow

Another classic poem of mine for National Poetry Month. Flow   She rises through silt and sand seeps through cracks in asphalt to suckle fox tails and dandelions sprouting wild on levee roads. Her power courses through me like moon  pulling water to sea rushing by pear orchards carving jagged leaf veins in my belly … Continue reading Flow

For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays

April is National Poetry Month! I've dug down deep for this one, written for my Mom at least 30 years ago when she was the age that I am now. For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays   I want you to contradict me. When I shiver in my cavernous apartment complaining that autumn … Continue reading For My Mother and Other Collectors of Strays

Easter Greetings/Pandemic Edition

I think I can say without fear of contradiction that this has been a weird year. And hey!--suddenly, it's Easter again. It feels rather surreal. Like many people, I have done very little to celebrate holidays during the pandemic. That's okay; I'm all for downsizing the fuss and nonsense and commercialization. Truth be told, I … Continue reading Easter Greetings/Pandemic Edition

The Illumination, a review

Imagine a world where suddenly and inexplicably the sick and injured begin to emit light.  Open wounds shine like flash lights, acne sparkles like glitter, leukemia patients shimmer and glow, and muscle tension can be seen “twisting like algae in an underwater current.” This is the stunning phenomenon that drives Kevin Brockmeier’s The Illumination.  Though labeled a novel, … Continue reading The Illumination, a review

The Child’s Notebook

I wrote this piece with my Thursday night group.  I changed most of the prompts, but perhaps you may still recognize them:  the child, September, denigration, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling sickness, an obstacle, aberration, there are layers, no one was ready, nostalgic, January, time’s fun when you’re having flies, a blessing, apple tree, green shirts, … Continue reading The Child’s Notebook

Immigrant

i Blades not sharp or brutal but tender and yielding to the weight of my bare feet sprout on this thin layer of soil that hugs the Donegal coast. I grasp a clump of green shoots in my fist: does that make it mine or does it belong to a middle-aged man with a piece … Continue reading Immigrant